Tema: The Christian Philosophy of Life by Fr. Tilmann Pesch SJ

EDITOR'S PREFACE TO THE FIFTH EDITION

The author of "The Christian Philosophy of Life" has
reached the close of his earthly pilgrimage. " Finita sunt
omnia. In nomine Patris et Filii et Spiritus Sancti ! Amen"
Such were his last words. On October 18, 1899, death came
to end his sharp, prolonged sufferings. It found him an
exile at Valkenburg, a small town in the Netherlands, and
his mortal remains have been laid to rest - in foreign soil,
but we trust that his soul is at home once more in the
land where light and peace reign eternally.

Tilmann Pesch was born in Cologne on February 1, 1836,
and entered the novitiate of the Society of Jesus at Munster
on October 15, 1852. He was consecrated to the priesthood
in January 1866, by that splendid champion of the
liberty of the Church, Wilhelm Emmanuel von Ketteler,
in the chapel of the episcopal palace at Munich, and made
his solemn vows at Aix-la-Chapelle on February 2, 1871.
For the space of many years he filled the post of lecturer
on philosophy, first at Maria-Laach, and subsequently at
Blijenbeck, in Holland.

The numerous works for which we are indebted to his
pen form no mean contribution to Catholic letters, and attest
alike his intellectual gifts and industry, whilst through the
medium of his spiritual writings, sermons and conferences,
he has brought counsel and comfort to many souls. Wide
learning, in his case, was accompanied by a childlike
humility, and his gentle, benignant spirit knew neither fear
nor compromise wherever principles were at stake. The
fabric of a life so abundantly fruitful in its apostolic activities
was reared upon the sure foundation of faith and knowledge,
energetic action and quiet patience, born of a philosophy in
which natural and supernatural elements coalesced to form
one harmonious whole. By these his life's work was directed,
and rendered consistent and faithful in the service of God
and of the Church ; from these he drew the strength which
braced him to the endurance of long years of suffering without
a murmur. The closer the fetters which bodily weakness
laid upon him, the freer his soul became, the more stripped of
earthly desires, and the more perfectly purified by boundless
submission to the holy will of God.

The idea of a work on Christian philosophy had long
been in his mind, and such spare moments as his manifold
duties left to him were employed in the accumulation of
material. It was his habit, when possible, to devote the
last three days of Holy Week to this task. Increasing
illness, and the advice of Bishop Kneipp, led him at length
to Betzdorf, in Rhenish Prussia, to seek relief in a course
of the waters there, and the opportunity thus afforded was
utilised by him to reduce to order the mass of material
at his disposal. He was permitted the joy of witnessing
the strikingly favourable reception accorded to this, his last
work.

May it prove a source of comfort, edification and spiritual
healing to many souls in days to come ! Such was the one
heartfelt desire of its author.

HEINRICH PESCH, S.J.
Luxemburg (Bellevue), February 2, 1900.

First Week

PART I

THE LOVE OF TRUTH


CHAPTER I

THE STRUGGLE FOR EXISTENCE

1. " Man, born of a woman, living for a short time, is filled
with many miseries. Who cometh forth like a flower, and is
destroyed and fleeth as a shadow, and never continueth in
the same state."

Man is encompassed on earth by an abundance of good
things, destined, in part, to supply his needs, and in part to
minister to his enjoyment ; through the medium of the
senses he is endowed with a capacity to recognise these
things as good, to estimate them rightly and to derive
pleasure from them.

But physical life carries with it in addition the liability
to many evils ; human existence finds itself burdened with
cares, and the continual labours necessary to the attainment
of success. Man's near horizon is bounded by the desire to
obtain and to enjoy.

These onerous labours have been rightly characterised as
a struggle for existence, wherein the individual continually
finds himself face to face with adverse circumstances, and
with the hostility of his fellow-men.

Within its proper limits, this struggle cannot be affirmed
to be of man's choosing ; it is a necessity imposed upon him,
finding its source in man's own nature, whilst, viewed in the
light of human achievements, it reveals itself as a factor of
primary importance. The triumphs to which it has spurred
mankind represent a gain to humanity at large, and it would
be folly to undervalue them. But, after all, they fall short
of satisfying the heart of a man ; the most they can do is
to bring him temporary oblivion of the self within, whilst
the current of exterior activities bears him onward. Woe,
indeed, to him who flings himself so recklessly into the fight
as to suffer it to absorb the entire energy of his mind and will!

Up to now the struggle for existence has shown itself
incapable of diminishing in any practical way the sum of
human misery. " Here the tinkling of the lute, there the
mourner's wail," so we read in an old Eastern book ;
" here a gathering of learned men, there a drunken brawl ; here
blooming youth, there the ravages of foul disease ; truly, I
know not whether life be nectar or poison." What men's eyes
lighted on then, ours light on today. Once the meaning
of life is restricted to the necessity of bearing our share in
the struggle for earthly existence, it becomes for us all, and
especially for the poor amongst us, a source of bitterness and
of grievous wrong.

No success in life, however brilliant, can bring the human
heart that abiding satisfaction for which it cherishes so
natural and invincible a longing ; hence the lament of the
preacher : " What hath a man more of all his labour that
he taketh under the sun ? " (Eccl. i. 3). Given the fullest
measure of success, what more can it bring a man than those
fleeting enjoyments of which Goethe spoke such bitter words :
"I seemed to myself," he says, "like a poisoned rat, which runs
hither and thither, devouring everything it comes across, yet
unable to deaden for a moment the gnawing agony within."
Here was a poet to whom surely earth had been lavish
enough with her gifts, and who was yet found affirming in
his old age that " his life had been like that of the tortured
Sisyphus, nor had he known one single month of real wellbeing
during the whole seventy-five years of his existence."

2. How should it have been otherwise ? The earthly
good at which men aim leaves the real man still face to face
with hunger ; even if it were able to satisfy him, how
passing a thing it is after all ! The current flows unceasingly
by ; I am barely conscious of the present before it has
become the past, and my eyes light on a thing only to behold
it vanish.

The glory of this world is a transitory glory. Where are
those rich and powerful and learned ones who made the earth
ring with their name and fame, but whose lives held nothing
that was truly great or good ? Others have stepped into
their places and they are forgotten. And their souls, where
are they now ? What did all that seeming brilliance avail
them ? " I was once supreme—what use is that to me now ?"
asked the dying Severus. He who has no thoughts beyond
this earth climbs the green slopes of the hill of life only to
perish at length on the bare, deserted summit.

No single human soul has ever yet reached happiness by
an insatiate and reckless pursuit of earthly good. Can I then
look to attain that which has so far been denied to all others ?

3. The struggle for existence is inevitable, but nothing
can justify thee in making thy whole life subservient to it.
" In man," so wrote a noted sceptic of our day, " nature aimed,
not merely at exalting, but at transcending herself. He
must be something more and something better than a mere
animal, and his innate capacity to be that something better
is the demonstration of this necessity. The life of the senses
finds adequate and exhaustive expression in the animal
kingdom, hence it is not for the sake of this life that man
exists, since no creature exists for the sake of that which is
past, but by virtue of those new conquests to which it is the
first to attain. This implies the obligation on man to control
the animal self by means of those higher faculties which
mark him off from the brute. The fierce struggle for
existence has endured long enough. In so far as he too is
nature's handiwork, man cannot wholly escape it, but his
higher faculties must come into play, and the struggle be
ennobled by the consciousness of fellowship and mutual
obligations. The wild storminess of nature must sink to
rest in her supreme creation, man ; in him we behold that
"placidum caput " which Virgil's Neptune lifted above the
waves to still them " (D. F. Strauss : Der alte und der neue
Glaube, 9th edition, p. 163).

Therefore — sursum corda ! When we own a treasure, do
we leave it to lie unheeded on the ground ? Is earth's dust
a fitting place for the heart of man ?

But how can I rise to higher things ? The answer is
simple—seek the life which is above life.
History testifies amply to the fact that, apart from the
principles which Christianity inculcates, there is no power
known to man which can mitigate the fierceness of the
struggle for existence, and enable him to direct it to ends
commensurate with his own high destiny.

CHAPTER II

THE PURSUIT OF THE IDEAL

1. In proportion as man's life becomes worthier of his
high endowments, we find the pursuit of the ideal inseparably
linked with the struggle for existence.

To seek for nothing beyond physical enjoyment in the
present life, and to esteem life good only in so far as it
procures this enjoyment, is to renounce any real claim to the
rights and dignity of manhood.

He for whom life holds a loftier meaning than this has
learnt to look beyond the sensible phenomena of daily
existence ; the truth and certainty of the convictions to
which he has attained can never be a matter of indifference
to him. The limits of this world of sense are soon reached,
but with the unfolding of nobler aspirations man himself
grows nobler, and rises to a conception of the ideal, of the
supreme and timeless, of a source whence all realities
derive, to which, at their highest, they approximate, whilst
from first to last they tend towards it. This ideal sheds
an unearthly radiance on life's meanest details, illumining
and hallowing them. In themselves these details are so
prosaic and trivial, so incomplete and void of power to satisfy !
Hence that yearning after the ideal, of which every noble heart
and mind is conscious.

2. The human mind is irresistibly attracted towards the
ideal, but there is a wide divergence in the views which men
hold concerning it. The modern world is prepared to define
it as the fullest possible measure of earthly enjoyment ; it
bids man's every faculty do homage to the idol of material
well-being. The intrinsic value of all human activities, it is
claimed, must necessarily be enhanced by an ideal which
tends to secure the welfare of society as a whole.
Where is the origin of this theory to be sought ?
In the first place, it is the inevitable deduction drawn by
those who claim that the world is nothing but dust, and that
chance is its ruler. Thanks to certain purely fortuitous readjustments
of matter, animal life came into existence, and we
see in man the ultimate member in the long series ; above
and below him there is nothing. Humanity can cherish
no truer ideal, therefore, than that of material well-being
conceived of at its highest.

Certain keener-sighted advocates of this theory have
advanced a step further along the road towards a more
spiritual conception of the universe. " No !" say these
" man is something better than mere clay, and the world is no
plaything of blind chance. Our wisest course is to say,
Ignoramus. It is clear that man has physical needs, and that
these must be met, but beyond this all is uncertain. Science
must be content to recognise the hard-and-fast limits of the
sense-world."

The consolation offered to a thinking mind which has
reached the conviction that human nature is not purely
animal nature, but has within itself a spiritual element
impelling it to transcend the limits imposed by the senses,
amounts practically to this : " Set your imagination to
work ; weave your own ideal out of what dreams you will,
or accept one ready-woven by your fellow-men : between
dreams and dreams there is little to choose. All that matters
is that your ideal should correspond to the needs of your own
temperament, whilst leaving you free to make the most of
what life offers."


Nevertheless, even the most ardent eulogists of modern
civilisation cannot point out to us one single individual who
has found satisfaction in this land of dreams. What the
mind desires at all costs is reality. "Virtue, thou art an
empty name," murmured Brutus as he lay dying on the
plains of Philippi.

3. Our own day claims to have solved the enigma.
Monistic (Pantheistic) doctrines are preached on every side ;
the ideal, so we are bidden to believe, flows indeed from a
divine source, but from one which is in no sense beyond our
ken. The world itself is the divinity we seek, and mankind
is the crown and mirror of that divinity.

This divine being, forsooth, has often enough found itself
at war with its own essential godhead ; to this the records of
our hospitals and prisons bear ample testimony. It is a hard
task indeed to trace the pure stream of the ideal from so
muddy a source. If there is no God above man, then
man himself is God. Assume this, and the sluice gates of
evil are forthwith opened, conscience is dethroned, egotism,
however shameless, finds its justification, error takes rank with
truth, vice with virtue, and civilisation itself becomes the veil
of an unspeakable corruption.

How eagerly men have sought to clothe earth's aims and
activities with the robe of high ideal ! Science, culture, a
lofty political standard, noble patriotism, the discipline of
character, ardent philanthropy, all these are lauded, and
justly lauded, in their turn, for all have their value. But,
none the less, it is a value of which they are possessed only in
so far as they derive from the source of all goodness and
truth and beauty ; apart from this source they are withered
flowers, snapped from the parent stem. Mere animal
existence can never impart high or permanent worth to the
delights it offers, and those who turn to it in their search after
the ideal are no whit nearer the attaining of their end.

4. Viewed in the light of Christianity, what a change is
wrought ! Man is divinely led to seek the one source of the
ideal in a being who is not merely other than the world, but
the world's Creator, an infinite Being, and infinitely perfect.
Here is no dream, however inspiring, but Reality itself, and
the Christian mind is borne on the wings of thought into a
region where apprehension of this Reality becomes possible.
The. Supreme Reality to which all nature bears witness is the
Personal God, the Creator of Heaven and earth.

It is lost labour to try and extinguish in man's heart
the conviction that a Divine and Eternal Being truly exists.
Hold the burning torch downwards if you will, its flame still
seeks Heaven.

In the light of Christianity, the entire universe exhibits
itself as a wide-open book, written by the finger of God, and
replete with lessons of divine lore. But merely to spell out
the syllables of this book is not enough ; he who would read
it aright must become alive to the inward significance underlying
all phenomena.

Here is that fount of ideality to which all existence, and
this human existence of ours in particular, ultimately tends.
We are destined to felicity, but earthly life offers us, not
felicity itself, but a road to it. The beauties surrounding us
are like wayside flowers, given to refresh our hearts ; they
were never meant to retard us on our journey. The sorrows
we meet with here below are sent to free us from terrestrial
affections, and to increase within us the love of those things
which are eternal. All the conditions of this human life, its
differing vocations and manifold toils, are of God's ordering,
and every smallest detail is ennobled by the relation in which
it stands to the eternal will of God. Patriotism, high capacity
of whatever kind, the earnest effort which brings success, all
alike find their true and permanent worth in this supreme
ideal.

This Fount, or rather very Ocean of Ideality, the great
and good God, has drawn nigh to us, and revealed Himself
in the person of Jesus Christ. Beholding Him, we see not
only the Godhead, but the ideally perfect Man, who, like the
sun shining through innumerable dewdrops, kindles the
hearts of His saints and humblest followers to a hope and
an ideal which the world is powerless to conceive. His
presence is abidingly with us in His Church, and within that
Church, even in the domain of art itself, Divine ideals are
being continually wrought into the texture of our human
life.

All that is fleeting is but type and symbol ; here is
substance in place of shadow, here our eyes contemplate that
which no human tongue can utter.

CHAPTER III

MAN'S LIFE ON EARTH


Turning to the consideration of human life here on earth,
we find that, in order to estimate it aright, man must be
studied alike as an individual and as a social being.
Contemplated as an individual, he is all and he is nothing.
Behold in him a mere animal bipes, and what significance can
be claimed for him ? He is an insect crawling over the earth's
surface, a bundle of miseries, a being at the mercy of
physical laws which condition life for him at every turn, and
endowed with a gift of reason which lifts him above the level
of the brute world only in order that his sensuous enjoyment
of the pleasures which nature affords to every living thing
should be as exquisite as possible.

On the other hand, when this gift of reason becomes the
object of an idolatrous worship, when man is acclaimed as the
most excellent and finished product of matter which has, so to
speak, won its way through to life, when the whole universe is
considered as emanating from him as its source, and himself
as a manifestation of the Godhead, then he becomes all.

Yet, in truth, he is neither to be spurned nor deified. He
pales into insignificance indeed compared with the vast
universe confronting him ; his material necessities are so imperative
as to be in large measure the determining elements
in his life; the ground he treads on boasts a stability to
which he himself is a stranger ; beings devoid of reason surround
him on every side, and manifest their superiority over
him in many ways ; he seems to have been flung out on to
this little planet like a thing intrinsically worthless, fit only to
be tossed into a corner, and yet in spite of it all this perishable
child of earth is conscious of an inward excellence far
exceeding that of the universe about him.

O Nature, thou art a veritable enigma ! Here, gross
matter—there, impalpable soul, and between them a union
inconceivably complete.

What then is man upon this earth ? A sigh on the wind ;
an insect creeping up the mountain side ; a rose leaf afloat on
the wide expanse ; a drop in a limitless sea ; a moment
between two eternities ; an atom in the midst of countless
stellar systems—and yet we are to account him the creator of
a world !

Man is a feeble thing, unable to override a single law of
nature, or to prove himself master of events save in an
infinitesimal degree, yet how splendidly his powers of
reason and will assert their supremacy over against the world
about him. He is compared in the sacred Scriptures to the
fading flower of the field, but those same Scriptures speak of
him as a being little lower than the angels. In him the
material and the spiritual world meet and coalesce.

It is not to be denied that the advance of scientific
knowledge serves to throw into high relief the comparative insignificance
of man ; each new step forward reveals the
infinite distance beyond. But in proportion as man becomes
aware of his littleness, he is bidden to lift his head and
recognise that the spirit within him is greater than all that his
eyes light on here below.

2. The human intelligence is concerned not merely with
matter, but with those unseen laws which matter obeys.
Man lifts his eyes to the stars and measures their orbits, tracing
and analysing the various chemical elements which go to
build them up ; he looks down on the ant crawling at his feet,
and sees a world of science laid bare in its life history. It was
a true word spoken by Sophocles when he exclaimed : " This
world teems with wonders, but its greatest wonder is man
himself." His are the priceless gifts of mind and will ; not
this or that, but all good is set before him as the object of his
choice ; his will is free, and he is conscious of its freedom.
He finds himself faced continually by the necessity of choosing
between good and evil. Evil allures him by its aspect,
good repels him by its austerity. But who is there who
would dally with evil if it were shorn of its seductions,
and who would not gladly practise good if it were wholly
sweet in the doing ?

O God ! it is Thou Who hast clothed man's immortal
spirit with its earthly covering, and subjected him to the conditions
of this mortal life to the end, that he may fulfil his
destiny. Turn to him in Thy mercy ; strengthen him to walk
erect and live his life nobly, since all his salvation is from
Thee.

Nowhere, save in Christianity, has man found power to
correspond with his high destiny. What more lamentable
sight can be beheld than that of a Christless people ? To
contemplate it is to run the risk of despising one's fellow-men,
and of echoing Goethe's bitter words, " I have lost faith in the
world altogether, and have learned the lesson of unbelief.
Human nature is so foolish and contemptible, so systematically
irrational ; a man needs to live as long a life as mine has
been to become aware of the supreme contempt he is justified
in feeling for his fellow-men."


If, on the other hand, we consider man in the light of that
perfection to which his Creator destined him, can we ascribe
too high an excellence to him, or what worthier object of
study does the whole visible universe afford us ?

If God were to create such a human being to-day as would
satisfy the ideal of a non-Christian world, there would be
nothing for it but to relegate him forthwith to the four walls
of a prison or a lunatic asylum.

To understand what man is, and the task assigned to him
in this life, he must be considered, not only as an individual,
but as a social being, upon whom social obligations necessarily
devolve. Human society is no mere aggregate of units,
swept together by a force acting at random. True, the
individual has responsibilities towards himself in the first
instance, but he stands in organic relation to the whole, and
hence is compelled to take count of his fellow-men, and
justified in claiming that they, in their turn, shall take count
of him.

Those diverse groupings within the wide area of human
society, which emerge into view when that society is surveyed
as a whole, reveal themselves as the natural means by which
it has sought to attain its varying ends, such attainment only
being possible where there is recognition of common interests,
and of the necessity of striving for them in common. Just as
the body, though one organic whole, is yet made up of
various members, so we find the widest divergences exhibited
amongst the members of any given community, whether by
reason of their environment, or of disparity in physical and
mental endowments.

Community of interests and obligations holds good in
every sphere of life, high and low alike. Let a man beware
of saying, " I am self-sufficing, and intend to live for myself
alone ; what have I to do with the weal or woe of those about
me, or of society in general ? " Such an attitude is wholly at
variance with that decree of nature, in virtue of which the
good or evil befalling the individual of necessity reacts upon
his neighbour and the community at large. In many
respects the general well-being of the community tends to
enhance that of the individual, whilst the glory or shame
accruing to any single one of its members represents a gain
or loss to it as a whole.

Self-preservation is a primary duty, but a man's own
interests, far from being neglected, are often most truly served
when they are set aside in the interests of his neighbour. It is
an error to assume that we are the losers by what others gain.
The whole structure of Christianity rests upon this foundation
of common needs and obligations, and its teachings and
injunctions can only be rightly understood when the essential
solidarity of the human race is recognised and taken into
account.

This was the thought which underlay those words of Pius
IX., " Would that we could all unite, and thus reach the
desired end—the bringing of healing to every human ill, and
the triumphant vindication of truth upon this earth. The
principles upon which modern civilisation relies are often
erroneous. Far from giving in our adhesion to them, it
behoves us to combat them by a counter presentment of
truth."



Whether we contemplate the individual as a unit or as
forming part of a great whole, the true measure of his importance
is revealed, not in the light of that which is seen and
temporal, but of that inner personality or self which is
engaged in working out an eternal destiny. " As I draw near
to the end of my life's journey," wrote the renowned von
Moltke, looking back over his past eighty years, " I am struck
by the thought—what a wholly different standard will be
applied in another world to our work here ! The worth of a
man's life will be determined, not by the measure of success
achieved, but by the courage with which he fought, and by
his steadfast adherence to duty even in respect of details which
none but himself ever knew. What amazing changes will
take place in the ranks as a result of that last roll-call ! We
know so little after all of what is to be ascribed to ourselves
or to others, or, again, to the over-ruling of a higher Will.
Surely, then, we shall do well to refrain from judging too
exclusively by outward appearances !

CHAPTER IV

THE PASSION FOR KNOWLEDGE

1. The salvation of countless souls is imperilled in these
days by science falsely so-called, and by the misdirected
craving for knowledge. This craving is in itself a natural
one, and the conditions of human existence demand that it
should be met, but, given its fullest satisfaction, the true
significance of life may still have been missed. Thy knowledge
must be a light to guide thee on the path of life ; what can
it avail thee to know all if thou knowest not how to live ?

True knowledge is a precious possession, but Plato bids
us remember that he who seeks it must first be purified of
passions, since none but the pure soul can apprehend that
which is true and pure and eternal.

Have a care that thy will is upright. What use is light
to the eye that refuses to see ?

It is a perilous thing to be rich in this world's wisdom, for
thereby a man is rendered more truly lord and master than
by actual possessions. There is but a step between knowledge
and vainglory.

The inordinate craving to know brings with it a fatal lack
of concentration, and, in the end, profound disillusionment.
In Plato's judgment, utter ignorance was a lesser evil than
confused and ill-assorted knowledge.

He alone is wise who desires knowledge in order that he
may the better save his soul.

Set bounds to thy desires, and acknowledge that the finite
mind of man may become aware of an existing ocean of
reality, but can never contain it. This world teems with
mysteries, and the simplest phenomena about us are the most
mysterious. Taken at its highest, how insignificant is the
sum of our knowledge, how vast the region of the unknowable !

The advance of science can only be compared after all to the
growing volume of a spherical body ; every increase serves to
develop more points of contact with the unknown beyond.
The growth of responsibility keeps even step with the
growth of knowledge. Many a man stands excused by the
fact of his ignorance, provided only this be not wilful.

Cherish no pride in thy fancied attainments. True selfknowledge
will be thy surest protection against this folly.

Esteem others highly ; think humbly of thyself. Be content
to be despised and ignored.

The one essential is that our apprehension of truth and
reality should itself be real and true. No mere opinions based
on sensible phenomena can suffice us : the region of true
knowledge lies beyond, and the road that leads to it is the
road of prayer and sedulous fostering of a love of truth within
the heart. Learned disquisitions are apt, as often as not,
to prove rather a hindrance than a help.

All men desire truth, but many seek it beneath the stimulus
of unbounded egoism ; hence the endless strife between
hypothesis and hypothesis. He who has come to acknowledge
the existence of a God must seek truth in utter dependence
upon Him, and must seek it in the way He prescribes,
and with no other purpose than that of submitting to its
authority once it is known. Let God Himself be thy Teacher ;
when He speaks His creatures must keep silence. Divine
illumination awaits the soul which seeks God in simplicity,
and where the knowledge of truth is at stake, one ray of this
light is worth more than the whole sum of human effort.

All our knowing here below is as a drop in an ocean of
nescience. The truest knowledge to which we can attain is
that of man's nothingness apart from God ; what he is, he is
in and for God.

2. Trust not overmuch to thine own understanding, but lend
a willing ear to the words of those who are wiser and better
men than thou. It is safer to receive than to give counsel.

Dwell on the thoughts of great men, but exempt not
thyself from the necessity of thinking thine own thoughts.

The value of terse pointed sayings lies in their power to
stir the mind to reflection. Cursory reading is like the swift
travelling of the eye over a series of pictures ; no one impression
abides ; each is continually being effaced by that
which succeeds it.

Suffer not thyself to be disconcerted however many they
may be who hold a contrary opinion to thine own. " Nothing
is more contemptible than a majority," says Goethe, "it is
made up of a few blusterers who lead the way, of rogues who
are ready to do and think anything, and of the bulk of the
populace which troops behind with little or no idea of what
it really wants." " A fig for your majority," echoes Schiller,
" wisdom has ever dwelt with the few."

Nourish the habit of calm deliberation amidst the rush of
the present day, which is continually seeking to take the mind
of man by storm. O Truth ! whither wilt thou turn for
sanctuary ?

Keep ward over the dispositions of thy heart, for " the
heart has its reasons which reason cannot know." It is
profoundly true that the whole current of a man's thought
is modified by his emotions.

Beware of the blind fanaticism which springs from
unreasoned convictions ; though the truth be set forth as
clearly and luminously as you will, it can avail nothing.
Only he who prays leaves truth a way of access to his soul.

Fear none of the difficulties and sacrifices which await
thee in thy search. Truth must be fought and suffered for.

Set a high value on knowledge. Much is belauded under
that name to-day, and it is no light matter that thine own
estimate concerning it should be the true one. Knowledge
means power, whether amongst men or in the daily details
of thy life.

Let the truth thou knowest bear fruit in thee. Barren
knowledge is a cloud without rain.

The one safeguard of truth in the soul of a man is a life
lived in accordance with truth. Let us rejoice that it is given
to us to be sons and daughters of the Catholic Church.